Pairing: Peggy Carter/Daniel Sousa
Title: the first language and the last
Word Count/WIP?: 5,822/complete
Recced on LiveJournal By: zantedesha
Why This Must Be Read: After I posted the other rec, I went hunting for more Carter/Sousa, and this fic is, I think, my favourite so far. It's Peggy with her daemon, the wolfhound Bader, being Peggy and therefore awesome, but also fighting to find her place in the world after WW2.
Normally I find the idea of adding daemons into whatever universe you're writing about a bit of a lazy shortcut, since daemons sort of give voice to inner feelings and thoughts. But it works brilliantly here, because the author's definitely not a lazy writer, and instead use daemons to make subtle remarks on prejudices as well as the more usual ouvertures on romance. This fic is the second in a series called Of Blood and Dust, but it can be read as a stand-alone (although I would recommend reading the sequel vouloir c'est pouvoir as well).
Peggy has never been tactile.
She’s not certain if it was her upbringing (upper-middle-class, prep school prefect, perfect nails and perfect hair and a look that brooks no insolence) or her nature (sharp heels, wiry muscles, lipstick one shade shy of arterial) but she just doesn’t…touch people. It’s not that she doesn’t enjoy it—touching, being touched—but beyond a handshake for an acquaintance, a touch on the back for a friend, or a light hug for a long-lost relation, she doesn’t really think about it. It’s less a rule and more a tendency, and one she doesn’t often go against.
It’s why that when she catches Daniel Sousa by the arm on the way into the lift, it’s truly just an accident.